"Which is a good thing," one of the officers told a reporter. "Because we still don't have a crocodile rapid-reaction unit."
The Carabinieri first dismissed the report of a croc sunning itself on Tiberina Island, in the Tiber River in the heart of Rome, thinking it was a hoax. Then more calls came. They sent a unit, and there he was, more than 6 feet plus of lumpy green muscle, with his enormous jaws jacked open and waiting.
Creeping up very carefully, they bounced a couple of rocks off the croc, and he didn't move. But then they were told by a naturalist that lack of reaction to things like that by a croc do not mean he's asleep, dead, or anything else. Oh, that must have been comforting. Then they learned that unless a rifle round struck the croc perfectly, he could simply swim away, wounded, irritable, and even more dangerous.
Dividing themselves up into teams-like, you two get the jaws, you get the right front leg-they jumped Toothy, probably squeezing his stuffing flat and giving themselves hernias, and after several extremely tense seconds, determined that he was an ex-snapper.
They're still looking for the joker who planted Toothy on Tiberina, presumably to explain how un-funny it was.